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The host Shoe.
BT MELODIA.
A few months since, while riding on,
With Petersburg in view,
i heard a youthful mother say,
“ The baby’s lost her shoe!”
I noted many miles before
The mother and her babe,
And, naturally, my listening ear
Caught what her lips then said.
I watched how tenderly she gazed
Into those baby eyes,
And wondered if they looked like clouds,
Or balmy summer skies.
But oh ! I knew, whate’ertheir hue,
She thought them brighter far
Than any other baby eyes—with
Them none could compare.
But soon they left the flying train,
Which landed them at P.;
The father, mother and sweet babe
No longer did 1 see.
And, for a while, nothing occurred
To interest my gaze
But the usual change of passengers,
With different looks and ways.
.Some w'lth their faces round aud full,
While others, 0! so lean.
Looked like the pole, of which we’ve heard,
Whereon there grew a bean !
While one, with merry, lively chat,
Amused his wife or child;
Another grnff one looked as it .
He never, never smiled.
Just then I glanced beneath a seat,
When something came to view—
A dark and shining objecj, which,
I guessed, must be the shoe!
The baby’s shoe, the tiny shoe,
Fast flying from its mate,
To fall into some stranger’s hand,
Unmindful of its fate.
I seized it with my eager hands,
And pressed it to my heart,
And vowed that from the lonely thing
I never more would part.
And now, whene’er I gaze upon
The string, the heel, the toe,
I wonder if the foot has grown
Too large (.0 wear the 6hoe ;
If the wee thing has plumper grown,
Or does it still remain,
Like Cinderilla’s tiny foot,
To claim its own again.
’Tis laid away, 60 carefully,
But sometimes bronchi to view,
When echo breathes the mother’s words :
“ The baby’s lost her shoe!”
Old Time and I.
BV MASK LEMON.
Old Time and .1 the other night
Had a carouse together ;
The wine was golden, warm and bright—
Aye! just like summer weather.
Quoth I: “ Here’s Christmas come again,
And I no farthing richer
Time answered : “ Ah, the old, old strain—
I prithee pass the pitcher.
“ Why measure ail your good in gold?
No rope of sand is weaker ;
’Ti3 hard to get, ’tis hard to hold—
Come, lad. fill up your beaker.
Hast thou not found true friend more true,
And loving oues more loving?”
I conld but say: ‘‘A few, a few !
So keep the liquor moving.”
“ Hast thou not seen the prosp’rous knave
Come down a precious thumper ?
His cheats disclose?” “ 1 have, I have!”
“ Well, surely, that’s a bumper !”
II Nay, hold awhile : .I’ve seen the just
Find all their hopes grow dimmer.”
“ They will hope on, and strive and trust,
And conquer!" “That’s a brimmer.”
11 ’Tis not because to-day is dark ;
No bright days before ’em ;
There’s rest for every storm-tossed bark
“Sobe it ? Pass the joruin !”
" Yet 1 must own I should not mind
To be a little richer.”
“ Labor and wait, and you may find—”
“ Hallo! an empty pitcher.”
[From the Mobile Register.
“ He asked for the childer, and left his bless
ing, and be said, * My darlints, yonr fayther’s a
dying of a honorable wound for ths country
where my cbildcrs have all been born, and I
say, Qod and the Holy Hither bless the coun
try that I die for.’ ’’— Jendwioe.
Hither—wife—yonr Patrick’s'going
Where the sunlight's golden sheen
Falls on rivers gently flowing,
And the Shamrock’s ever green.
There the fields are green forever,
Broken harps are strung again,
Wounds are healed—no parting ever,
Love abiding—net a pain.
God bless children—Father, keep them
“ In the hollow ot Thy hand
They’ll notblnsh when told tbeir father
Died for this, our Southern Land.
A kiss, my Mairy, while I tarry,
A smile to light me on the wav; .
I have your love —and love, ray Mairy,
Will turn yobr darkest night to day.
God bless Southland—Oh !in mercy
Keep abbze her altar fires ;
Let her sons remember ever
The gloiy of their patriot sires.
Ua’ii-Erestbotn.
Clarendon, 8. C., August 8,1871.
Hope.
What faded leaves are strewn aiong
The pathway of yesterday;
The pretty flowers wc prized the most
Lie withered in the way.
We see our blighted hopes and weep ;
Then haste our tears to stay,
But there are, other blooming buds
Upon the bush to-day.
And hope, forgetful of the past,
Anticipates the flower
That bright will bloom upon the stem
When faliS to-morrow’s shower.
Mount l'ouah.
Editors Constitutionalist:
It was my privilege to be one. of
that “ happy family of twelve” of whom
my friends “ Sandy ” and “ Nickels, ”
have han died the pencil and brush so
gracefully in describing their travels. I
catch the chain they have loosened and add
yet another link towards its completion.
Though Nacoochee and Yonah came last
in order, I feel that they will even grant it
was there where our cap ran over with the
milk of human kindness, and where
pleasures had Jess alloy in them than is
usually experienced. So, wafting a “ good
bye* to “Toccoa,” the beautiful, we
turn our faces homeward and drive
merrily along a very good country
road, some fourteen miles, to Clarksville.
Here kind fortune had placed a friend, who
ministered unto ns in the kindest and most
hospitable manner, refreshing ns mentally
with good news from home, and bodily
with much good cheer. After spending an
hour at this pleasant place, we give them
the “old Virginia” shake hand all around,
resume our seats, and continue onr journey
to Nacoochee, moving in a westefly direc
tion, over a rather rsugh and hilly road,
occasionally having a view of some moun
tain peak in the distance. Along this route
we notice some fine orchards, especially
apple, loaded with fruit, and bearing other
evidences of care in their culture. The
houses of the residents are principally one
story, cut in two by a wide opening, which
evidently serves the double purpose of hall
and piazza. About 6 o’clock, p. m., we as
cend a slope, and, on reaching itssummit, are
favored with a magnificent landscape view.
With no object to obstruct our vision, we
have Nacoochee lying before us, as a sweet
child nestled in the arras of a strong father,
for the “ shadows of evening,” as we gazed,
were falling along the base of the moun
tains that overlooked her, and the glow of
the sun wassoftened as it drew the curtain
gently and quietly around her handsome
form. With the Chattahoochee winding
laughingly along its green sides, Mount
Yonah, like a watch-tower, standing above
her lesser mountains, holding themselves
aloof as hand-maidens, and with her skirts
dipped in the “wine of sunlight,” surely
Nacoochee can furnish food for the soul
of a poet, and lend a tint to any artist.
We drink the gorgeous scenery in until
we are admonished that temporal com
forts must be looked after. Our commissa
ries nbed replenishing, quartermaster stores
must be sought, and though we fear no dis
appointment in this land of Goshen, still
Old Time will not wait for us, so we crack
our whips and rattle along the edge of the
valley “catching beauties as we drift.”
Splendid fields of com greet us along the
road, nodding their heads in quiet welcome
to our party as we pass; here, also, we see
some fine clover lifting their tiny rosy faces
as if to tempt the equines from a strict line
ofduty; plenty seems written everywhere-.
We reached the base ofMt. Yonah, selected
a quiet little nook for our camp ; succeeded
in getting all that could add to our bodily
comfort in a short while, and being pretty
well tired with our ride of thirty miles, soon
consigned ourselves to the care of “ Mor
pheus,” whose spell we were not inclined to
resist. Next morning, while partaking of a
sumptuous breakfast, a friend rode into
camp, accompanied by Capt. N. and
daughter—all prepared to ascend Mt.
Yonah, “ the Bear,” with us, much to our
pleasure.
The distance, we learn from our guide, Mr.
Poster, is two and a half miles to the top.
So, preparing the ladies and ourselves with
strong staffs, we leave the camp in charge of
our “ CHiinnry artist,” and commence our
tramp. The ascent is very gradual for half
the distance. Here we refresh ourselves
with a deliciously cool drink of water
from a small, qniet spring that allows its
current to trickle lazily over the rocks
until it is lost. We notice the Captain
leaves a suspicious looking basket. For
ward is the word; and up we go, over a
rougher and steeper pathway, occasionally
stopping a few minutes for rest.
We find our staffs do us good service
clambering these heights, as well as our
drilling, in this branch of service at Tallu
lah. Just before reaching the top we are
greeted with the sight of a beautiful and
soft green carpet of moss spread on the
face of a huge mass of granite, that if land
ed at the head of our ciinal would settle the
new dam question that has been worrying
our City Fathers recently.
Bat we tarry too long, so we make a
leap for the top, and here we are. The
view from the eastern side being obstruct
ed. we move, under the guidance of Capt.
N.,who is familiar with all the surround
ings, and has already proven himself a val
uable and pleasing auxiliary to onr party,
to the western side of the mountain,
throagh a thick growth of underbrush,
suggestive of snakes, until we reach the
edge of an immense nreclpice, from which
we have, as we stand upon Its brink,
a glorious picture drawn by the hand
of the “ Mighty.” Here upon an eminence
of 4,000 feet above the level of the sea, with
a chasm a thousand feet beneath you, we
plant our feet firmly and are faclnated.
The eye, gradually rising, meets the beau
tifully sloping sides of a young Yonah, that
seems perfect In its proportions; then pass
ing on, we have a series of monntains ris
ing here and there, until, reaching ont
some thirty or forty miles, they nnite with
the heavens and of them seem a part. To
the left seven or eight miles Is the little vil
lage of Cleveland, dotting an apparently
rich and fertile plain. Tray mountain, to
our right some ten miles, presents a formi
dable appearance, looming up a thousand
feet above Yonah. We regret we cannot
visit it. The Captain proposes a change of
base, but before doing so takes a very
dangerous positien on a ledgeof rock, over
hanging the precipice, iu order to point ont
some beauty that has been passed over. The
thought suggests itself that I, too, might
take this position and point out some gem
undiscovered as yet, but modesty (a ruling
feature of my character) forbade it, and I
passed on, impressed with the idea that it
was a virtue that ought to be appreciated,
especially in a gentleman.
Passing around the summit wc soon find
ourselves comfortably seated, where we
have a perfect, and complete view of the
valley. The softness and grandeur of this
scene Is not to be surpassed—nature has
been more than generous with her gifts. In
front is the vale of Nacoochee, some seven
miles in length, running east and west, and
one and a half in breadth at its widest
part, where the Santee joins it. The legend,
as I understand it, from which these two
valleys derive their names, runs in this
wise: Nacoochee, “The Evening Star,”
AUGUSTA, GA., WEDNESDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 6, • 1871.
the daughter of a proud chief, gifted with
great beauty, became enamored of a
“ brave ” belonging to a tribe at war with
her own. Secret meetings, stolen Inter
views and an elopement was the conse
quence, but, caught, on the threshold of
happiness, Santee,' her lover, was sentenced
to death, bound, and thrown from the
precipice which we have just passed. Na
coochee, wild with grief, Sprang from the
arms of her father and followed with a
leap the body of her lover. Their mangled
remains were found together, and several
mounds in-the valley are claimed as the
burial places of the iil-fated. lovers.
I feel that, had I known Nacoochee, and
had she been so beautiful a maiden as this
Is a valley, I shouldn’t have objected to
taking a short slide for her myself. After
one other view, very similar to the last, we
commence the descent, and move mnch
more rapidly than when ascending. Slip
ping, sliding, and jumping, we soon reach
the spring where “ our basket ” had been
left, and with the zeal of an enterprising
people commenced developing its contents.
Its capacity was wonderful, and Its luxu
ries unexpected, and therefore the more ap
preciated. Lunch disposed of, we resume
our tramp, and land under the shadow of
our own vine and fig tree about 8, p. m.,
having consumed about six hours in the
pleasantest manner.
•After being fanned by a deliciously pure
breeze (the thermometer about 72 deg.) for
an hour, our dinner is spread before us,
picnic style. The effect of the lunch has
disappeared, and zest permeates every
muscle as we proceed to discuss, in a prac
tical manner, the chickens, ham, etc. Din
ner over, we accept the kind invitation of
the Captain to spend the rest of the after
noon at his house, and, having our horses
harnessed to our vehicles, leave the drivers
behind, manipulating the reins ourselves.
We have a splendid ride of three miles to
the western end of the valley, where his
residence is located. I will not dwell upon
the generous hospitality of this gentleman,
and the kindness with which he associated
It. Suffice it to say that, in all the visions
of departed days that loom up, none have
a happier record than this.
“ Teacup.”
Augusta, Ga., August 24,1871.
[From the Baltimore Gazette, August 14.
Yellow Jasmine.
Indictment of Mrs. YVliarton—ln
teresting Points.
The grand jury signed and presented, on
Saturday, Indictments against Mrs. Eliza
beth G. Wharton for the willful murder of
Gen. Wm. Scott Ketchum and an attempt
to poison Mr. Eugene Yan Ness. The in
dictment for the murder of Gen. Wm. Scott
Ketchum charm aff'tebmVaL
count, by in
tincture of yellow jasmine, on the 28th of
June, 1871, and, in tbe second count, by ad
ministering poison, the name of which is
unknown, in the same manner, on the same
day.
. The third and fourth counts charge mur
der by three administrations of tartar
emetic, and of pdison of unknown name in
lemonade, on the 24th of June, in tea on
the 26th of June, and in tincture of yellow
jasmine on the 28th of June" 1671. The in
dictment for attempting to poison Mr. Eu
gene Van Ness is in twelve counts, and
charges the actual administration of tartar
emetic and deadly poison of unknown
name, on the 19th, 20th and 24th of June,
and mingling such poison with beef tea on
the 24th of June, and of milk punch, of
which he was about to partake, on the 28th
of June, 1871, with intent to poison him.
Yellow jasmine is a tincture known to
drnggists as gelseminum, and is prepared
from the yellow jasmine, which is one of
the most beantifui climbing plants of the
Southern States, and grows'in rich moist
soil along the sea-coast, from Virginia to
she south of Florida. It is also often
found among the highlands of the far
Southern States. Its more valuable prop
erties have been known but a few years,
though it has been popularly employed in
the Southern and Southwestern States-
It was prescribed in proper quantities
for General Ketchum and Mr. Van Ness by
Dr. P. O. Williams, who attended them,
and the leading contribution to the March
number of the Baltimore Medical Journal is
from the pen of Dr. Williams, on “ Gelse
minum and its Therapeutic Value.” Prof.
Wormley, of Ohio, who is the examining
chemist in the Buffenburger case, in the
American Journal of Pharmacy thus de
scribes a case of poisoning by gelseminum:
“ On the 30th of January, 1869, three
teaspoonfuls of the fluid extract of gelse
minum were administered to a young,
healthy married woman, several weeks ad
vanced in pregnancy, who at the time com
plained of serious illness. In two hours
after taking the dose the patient complain
ed of pain in the stomach, soon succeeded
by great restlessness and ineffcctnal efforts
to vomit, and free perspiration over the en
tire body.
“At the expiration of five honrs the pulse
was found feeble, irregular and somewhat
intermittent; there was great prostration,
with irregular breathing and slow respira
tion ; the skin was dry, extremely cold, pu
pils expanded, and insensible to light; the
eyes fixed, with inability to raise the eye
lids. The vital powers rapidly gave way,
and without convulsions death"occurred in
about seven and a half honrs after the
poison had been taken.
“ In this case death resulted in seven and
a half hours, from one-sixth of a grain of
the alkaloid, showing it to be one of the
most potent poisons known. Four and a
half months after death, when the contents
of the stomach were analyzed, there were
still unmistakable evidences of gelsemi
num.”
Dr. Davis, of Parkersburg, West Vir
ginia, in Hays' Journal of Medical Sciences
for January, 1869, gives another case oi
death from this poison. He was called to
see a yonng lawyer of Parkersburg, and
supposed him to be suffering from exces
sive dissipation. He ordered him brandy,
and went to a drug store for medicine.
While at the drug store he learned that
his patient had taken a teaspoonful of the
fluid extract of gelseminum. On returning
he found the lawyer in a dying state, his
pupils widely dilated, breathing spasmodic,
surface cold, pulse almost imperceptible,
and entirely unconscious. He died two
and a half hours after taking the poison.—
The patient, the physician says, was killed
by oqe.flfth of a grain of gelseminum.
Since the removal of Mrs. Wharton to
the tower of the city jail, she and her
daughter have eDjoyed mnch better health
than when confined in the narrow and
clffse cell in which she was at first placed.
Her present quarters are of the dimensions
of an ordinary size dwelling house room,
and, apart from the restrictions imposed by
the prison regulations, are quite comfor
table.
She is frequently the recipient of fruits
and flowers from Sympathizing friends, and
is allowed to receive all the reading mat
ter that she desires. Her daughter still
shares her prison life, and rarely leaves her,
even so a walk in the prison yard. Mrs.
Bosa Nellson, of Hartford county, visits
her every week, and remains with her
several hours.
Many persons have.called upon her since
her imprisonment, but the warden has
grafted admission to only a few of her
most intimate friends. Her pastor, the
Rev. Geo. Leeds, of Grace P. E. Church,
vis'ted her frequently previous to his de
parture from Baltimore, and, in his ab
sence, his assistant, Mr. Converse, attends
her at her request.
Mrs. Wharton bears her imprisonment
with remarkable fortitude. She converses
but litt’e on the subject of the charges
against her, and contents herself with the
quiet assertion, In propet times, of beren
ttre innocence, and her confidence in her
ability to establish it. The dally papers
are allowed her, and it is said that she
reads all that appears in reference to her
Case.
The resnlt of the analysis of the remains
briber son, Maj. Henry W. Wharton, has
not been made known by Profs. Aiken and
Miles, who have them in charge. Mr. Van
Ness has fecovered sufficiently to leave
Baltimore forwtrip to the country. It is
expected, however, that some time will
necessarily elapse before he will be well
enough to resume his dnties at the office of
Messrs. Alex. Brown & Sons.
[From the Missouri Republican.
Romantic Meeting.
A Jealous Husband Seeks the Life of
His Brother—Unexpected Denoue
ment.
Lafayette park, with its delightful shade
and beautiful miniature lake, fountains,
statues and winding walks, its weird cas
cades and beds of flowers, was the scene a
few days ago of a little drama which for a
time promised to end in a tragedy, but, to
the great surprise of all concerned, proved
to be a real romance.
Living near the park is a family consist
ing of a yonng gentleman, his wife and lit
tle daughter nearly three years old. The
husband’s business calls him away frorq
hdfne all day, and the wife, with her little
daughter, were accustomed to stroll in the
park. While walking near the statue of
tl»»,illustrious Benson the other day, the
mother was surprised at hearing her tittle
daughter exclaim, In joyful ecstasy: “Oh,
papa! mamma, here’s papa!” and at the
same time going as fast as her little feet
wonld carry her, toward a gentleman seated
on the grass under the shade of the statue.
With his back toward the lady, he did re
semble her husband very much, and she
was really greatly pleased to find him seat
ed there, apparently so much interested in
a morning paper. Imagine her surprise
when, upon addressing him, she found that
the gentleman was an entire stranger to her.
Abashed, completely confused, she vainly
endeavored to find word3 for an apology,
but her speech utterly failed her. The gen
tllrnan, however, gallantly came to the
reicue, assured her no harm had been done,
ana that the little incident would always
be remembered by him as one of the pleas
antest of his life. The lady sat down upon
the footstone of the monument and the gen
tleman caressed and chatted to the little
one who was sitting near him.
While this little episode was transpiring
in the park, what was the husband doing ?
Going to his place of business this morn
ing he met a friend there, who, with what
intent we know not, casually remarked
to him that he met bis (the merchant’s)
wife in the park every time he went there,
and playfully suggested that such a thing
might be that she found something of rare
enjoyment there, or else she would not go
so often. Being a little inclined, to a jeal
ous disposition, he thought he could spare
time to just run up there, surprise his wife
and rnn back again, at the same time sat
isfying himself about his friend’s sugges
tion. He drove to the park, leaped from
his carriage and hurried on through the
avenues in search of his dear ones. What
were his feelings when he saw what he
supposed was the full realization of his
friend’s hints. There could be no mistake;
for sitting at the foot of the monument was
his wife, and at her feet a gentleman who
was a perfect stranger to him, caressing
and chatting with his child. With a cry
of rage and despair, he sprang npon the
supposed invader ol his family peace, seized
him by the throat and presented a revolver
at his breast. The wife, innocent of any
wrong, retained wonderfully her presence
of mind, and begged, plead and implored
him to await an explanation. Time was
thus gained, and the husband’s second
sober thought came to him. He would
spare the stranger’s life, but she, his wife,
should leave his house and home. He re
leased his hold upon the gentleman, and
after a few moments of unbroken silence
the wife ventured to speak. The husband
listened, but only mechanically, to her
story, but the little angel at his side broke
the ice by exclaiming: “I dot two papas;
I found one in the park for mamma this
mornin’!”
Bat the story Is not yet told. The hus
band and wife both insisted that the gen
tleman should accompany them to their
residence, which he did. After an apology
on the part of thehusband for his rudeness,
some wine and cake were set out and dis
cussed. Upon the stranger giving his
name, the host started with a seeming ner
vousness, and Instantly asked his father’s
given name. It was furnished. The hus
band raised upon his feet, and in an ex
cited manner, and apparently laboring un
der great excitement, looked the guest
squarely in his face, and asked bis mother’s
name. Upon the announcement of' her
name, the husband fell with a cry of joy
upon the neck of the stranger, crying,
“Brother! brother!” It was indeed his
lqng lost brother, whom he had been sepa
rated from since childhood, and save for a
sober second thought he would have mur
dered, and at the same time blasted the fu
ture of himself and family. The story of
the separation was one not at all new. In
boyhood they had lived In an Eastern home,
and one, seized with the spirit of adven
ture, went to the Pacific coast, failed to
write home, and became, as it were, dead
to the family. The other brother came
West several years after, and settled in St.
Louis, where the first brother wandered, af
ter a somewhat eventful experience, and
the recognition took place. It is needless
to add that the mistake of the child proved
a source of great gratification to all.
[From Correspondence on Land and 'Water.
Down in the Sea.
Experiences of a Diver—Recovering
tne Stolen Treasures of the Deep.
I have lately had the pleasure of an in
terview with Mr. J. Wood, of Herne Bay,
who has followed the business of a diver
for upwards of 22 years, and who has now
retired after a long and active service.
Mr. Wood made his first start in life by
an extraordinary, and, as it turned out, a
very lucky piece of diving. If the reader
will look at the map of Ireland he will find
that outside of Belfast Lough, and a little
to the southwest, opposite Donaghadee, are
situated the Copeland Islands. It so hap
pened that a Whltstable man was a coast
guard in this district. Ho heard a legend
that a ship laden with a heavy cargo of sil
ver had been wrecked off the Copeland Is
lands some half a century ago. He there
fore communicated with some of his friends
at Whitstable who weredivers. According
ly, Mr. Wood and four others put their
diving dresses on board a vessel and sailed
from Whitstable to Donaghadee. The
story they heard when they got there was
that the Vessel wrecked was in the slave
trade, and that she had on board when she
struck on the rocks a large number of
slaves, and a considerable sum of money
in the form of silver dollars. Noth
ing wonld have been known of the
wreck having taken place had not
somebody discovered human legs pro
jecting above the surface of the wa
ter. It appears that the people on board
the ship had tried to escape; they had fill
ed their shirt s'eeves with dollars, but in
getting up the rocks many of them had
fallen back and met with an untimely end,
as the weight of the dollars had jjept their
heads under water. No one had ever dis
turbed the wreck since it happened, so Mr.
Wood and his friends set to work to find
out where it was. Thev put on their div
ing dresses, and for two or three days
walked abont to and f-o at the bottom of
the sea Id about forty feet of water, search
ing for the treasure. This they did by
clearing away the weeds and turning over
the stones with crowbars, and feeling for
the dollars with their hands, as the water
was too thick to see. The wreck Itself had
entirely perished through the lapse of time.
After a long and careful search at last they
came upon the dollars; they were spread
about among the stones, but many had
slipped flown among a heap of iron ofe
which had formed the ballast of the ship.
A great many dr The dollars were worn
very thin by the action of the waves. Some
were lying separate, others in*great lumps
like rocks soldered together by iron, cer
tainly in some cases the handcuffs used for
the slaves. Some days the divers got S2OO,
sometimes S3OO, sometimes $1,000; the
best day they got $5,000. In all, the num
ber of dollars they got up from the wreck
was about twenty-five thousand, a con
siderable snm of money when reduced to
English pounds.
A great conger eel also paid the divers a
visit. He was an immense fellow and kept
swimming around Wood, but would not
come near him. Wood was afraid of his
hand being bitten, as a conger’s bite is very
bad. He once knew a diver whose fingers
were seized by a conger. The brute took
ali the flesh clean off the man’s finger. A
conger is a very dangerous animal in the
water. However, this conger kept swim
ming round about Wood, so he took his
knife out and tried to stab him, but the
conger would not come near enough to be
knifed. It was a long time before the con
ger would go away, and even after ho had
gone away Wood couid not go on working
because he was not sure that he was really
gone for good, and it might have come out
of some corner at any minute and nip his
fingers.
Mr. Wood showed me one of the dollars,
which he always carries about with him.
The following is the inscription : On one
side, “Carolus iiij. Dei Gratia. 1797.
Hispan et Ind Rex M 8 R. FM.” The
coin is about the size of an old five shilling
piece. The “ Divers Arms,” near the clock
tower at Herne Bay, of which Mr. Wood is
proprietor, owes its existence to the discov
ery of these dollars. Mr. Wood had on
this occasion a curious underwater adven
ture. One of the divers complained that he
was annoyed by a lobster, and couldn’t
work. Mr. Wood learned the whereabouts
of the lobster, and went down after him.
He soon discovered Mr. Lobster sitting
under a rock, looking as savage as a lobster
can look. His feelers were pointed well
forward, and he held out his two great
claws wide open in a threatening attitude.
Wood, knowing the habits of lobsters, gave
this fellow his crowbar, which he imme
diately nipped with his claws. Then,
watching his opportunity he passed his
signal line over the lobster’s tail, made it
fast, and signalled to the men above to hanl
up. This they did, and instantly away
went Mr. Lobster flying up through the
water into the air above, with his claws
stUl expanded, and as scared as a lobster
conld be.
Mr. Wood has had other adventures with
fish when working under waier. He was
once employed in fixing some heavy stones
in the harbor at Dover; while waiting for
the stones to come down from the ship
above, he sat clown on a rock, and being
very quiet, a shoal of whiting pout came
up to examine the strange visitor to their
sab-aqueous residence; they played all
about him, and kept on biting at the thick
glass which formed the eyes of his diving
helmet. So the next time Wood went
down he took with him a. fish hook fasten
ed into the end of a short stick—a gaff, in
fact. The ponts came around him as
usual, and he gaffed them one after another
with his liook. He then strung them on
a string, and came up after his day’s work
was over with a goodly fry of whiting
pouts for his supper.
On another occasion Wood was employ
ed to bring up some pigs of lead from the
hold of a vessel. When he was walking
abouton the top of the lead hefeltsomething
alive under his feet. It kicked tremendous-'
ly, but he knelt down upon it to keep It
steady. He soon ascertained that It was
an enormous skate he was standing on, so
he served him as he did the lobster. He
watched his opportunity find slipped the
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noose of his line around the skate’s tall;
he then signalled t« : “ hani,” and up went
master skate, flapping his great wings like
a wounded eagle, and mightily astonished
were the people in the boat when they
found a monster skate on the end of the
line, and not a pig of lead.
Wood once nearly lost his life when at
the bottom of the sea. A Prussian vessel
had gone down off the Mouse Buoy in the
Thames estuary. The captain was drown
ed In his cabin and Wood had undertaken
to get him out if he possibly could. Ar
riving at the bottom of the sea, Wood
found the vessel lying on Her side, and that
she had gone down with all her sails set.—
He tried to get into the cabin, but found
the mainsail all over the cabin door. He
was just abont to return, when he found
that his air-pipe and signal had suddenly
got jammed. Fully aware of his very dan
gerous position, and without losing his
presence of mind, he sat quiet off the edge
of the vessel and considered. The men
above he conld find were signaling to him
violently to come up, bnt he conld not an
swer, as the line was jammed. He took
out his pocket-knife and thought two or
three times of cutting himself adrift. As
a last chance, he determined to adopt an
other course, so he climbed up the rigging,
among the great wet sails and loose ropes,
as well as ha could, and fortunately found
the place where bis air-pipe was hitched.—
He carefully loosened it, gave- the signal,
and was hauled up imroediatelv. If I un
derstood right the line was clear enough
when he went down, but while he was at
work on the sunken ship the tide changed,
and carrying his pipe and line in the oppo
site direction to that in which it had been
originally conducted, it became jammed.—
He did not get to the surface one Instant
too soon, for the boat was just drifting, as
her anchors wonld not hold.
iFrom Llppincott’g Magazine.
The Water-power of Baltimore.
Baltimore’s peculiar plague of freshets
and floods is bnt the price the city pays in
kind for her great glory of water, and
those attendant boons of beanty, comfort,
health, convenience and thrift, wherein she
is blessed beyond ali thankfulness. Set
upon hills, and begirt with heights pierced
wfth a thousand ever-living springs that
cheer a hundred valleys, Baltimore derives
from the gradus of ridges rising northward
and westward from the Basin and Jones’
disreputable flow that characteristic net
work,*t once so delightful and so useful,
of bickering brooks and brawling torrents
and siltfer cascades crooning pensively,
which presently take shape and name—not
always happily—in Jones’Falls, “ Gwynn’s
Falls,” the Great and Little “ Gunpowder
Falls,” “ Herring Run," the “ Little Patux
ent,” and “ Curtis Creek,” besides the plc
turesque-Patapsco, willful and romantic,
as at EUicott’s Mills. These supply a water :
power beyond all competition no city of
the Union can boast such wealth of fails
and dams. As early as 1832 there were,
within a circuit of fifteen miles around the
city, forty-six flour mills, grinding the fine
white wheat of the Eastern Shore, besides
many cotton and woolen factories, iron and
copper and marble works, and distilleries.
In an article in the North American Review,
General Harper demonstrated that in a
semicircle of twenty miles’ radius, of which
Baltimore is the centre, sufficient water
power is found to work a million of looms;
and this enormous natural advantage is en
hanced by the most complete facilities of
transportation by rail and keel. Iu 1850,
two million two hundred and seventy-five
thousand bushels of wheat and three mil
lion two hundred and fifty thousand bush
els of corn were brought to the city and
sold. Three hundred thousand barrels of
flour were manufactured in the vicinity
that year, and nine hundred thousand bar
rels were inspected. In 1865 nearly twelve
million bushels of grain of nl! kinds were
shipped to this market, and the annua! in
spection since that year has amounted to
fully eleven hundred thousand barrels of
flour, beside immense quantities of corn
meal. The flour mills in and around the
city employ more capital than any other
class of manufacturers, the city millers
alone taking in a twelvemonth a"t fif
teen hundred thousand bushels of wheat,
she cotton mills of Baltimore city and
county consume annually over forty thou
sand bales ; the business is eminently prof
itable, and by the inexhaustible water
power it can command is susceptible of
enlargement to the full extent of supplying
the Southern and Western demand for cot
ton goods. In whisky the annual sales
reach four hundred thousand barrels, of
which at least one-third is the product of
■ the city distilleries.
Flake’s (Texas) Bulletin, of August 23d,
says: “In the recent difficulty at Bastrop,
the State police were drunk, and fired some
ten shots at a Mr. Jost. He returned the
fire and killed a State policeman. The
firing took place near the store of a Mr.
Joseph Hotter, acd his children were pres
ent at the time. Mrs. Holter, the mother,
seeing the affray, and fearing the safety of
her little ones m so terrible an exposed
condition, was completely overcome. She
feinted in her great fright and terror and
died. She was burled In the Jewish Ceme
tery at LaGrange.”
The Nashville Union and American
learns from a friend from Lebanon, Ten
nessee, that a few nights since several
yonng men in disguise went to the place of
Mr. Baker Harris, ten miles above Lebanon,
for the purpose of scaring some negroes
living there. It seems that Mr. Harris had
notified them, or rather given notice, that
he would not allow them to come there;
so when they came, according to his in
structions, the old negro man fired en them,
which resulted la the death of one of the
party, whose name was Lyons. His com
rades carried him some distance, and left
him at a house, without giving their
names.
The following from a special to the Gal
veston (Texas) Mews shows how the Radi
cals expect to control the elections In Tex
as. The dispatch reads: “ Austin, August
10,1871.—0n Wednesday morning last, be.
fore I left Galveston, a Republican office
holder told me that there wonld be an elec
tion this fall, bnt that no Democrat would
be elected. He wonld make no explana
tion, bnt said that would be the result.—
Since my arrival here, I find that the same
belief prevails in Republican circles. The
State police are depended on to carry
things through.”